You’re welcome to share this usually ignored truth with the world. And for those spiritually oriented people who think I’ve left out ‘soul – even soul has to take a body before it can function. Otherwise, it’s just up there somewhere in the skies.
Body
Everybody is a body:
Underneath it all, a body total.
Big or small, broad and ample,
Slight, but never trivial,
Arrival on this planet
Nothing short of miracle;
We’re meant to love it, but without
The pride of vanity,
For we know, vanities
Are valueless,
The body, paradoxically,
A transiency;
One could just say,
A moment’s instability.
We’re born to care
And not be fooled by armpit hair,
Boob and cheek.
Soon or late all parts are weakened.
Tooled to grow, unroll, unfold:
It is a body, after all.
A million, zillion cells
That only ever wish us well.
Dimply, pimply, faintly smelly.
When each jolly quirk is tallied,
Everybody but a body.
Torsos weak and torsos strong
See us through the whole lifelong;
All of you and all of me.
This solely one and only body.
Body 7.22.2020 Circling Round Nature II; Nature Of & In Reality; Circling Round Experience; Arlene Nover Corwin
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